Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Aug 5, 2016 4:16:11 GMT -5

Leticia Wheeler

Yesterday I woke up with this feeling - that something's missing, something's wrong. Because it is summer and I haven't done anything worth remembering yet. Every day was like the previous one: breakfast in the rubbish bin, reading in the street, coming home late in the evening. Nothing was changing. I'm totally okay with it, though, because I'm not even planning to go to school next year to talk to my classmates about summer, I will skip lessons again, like I always did... But this time something was different. This something was my age. I was fifteen. And I remembered that I wanted to go to the forest, when I turned fifteen. If I wanted to do this, it had to be done now, on summer holiday, when no one in my family cares, where I go and how I spend my days. At least my mother doesn't mind me going on long walks.

And now here I am, trying to wake myself up. Five o'clock in the morning. Everybody is still sleeping: my mom, my sister and my brother. I take a small piece of paper and write a short note for them: "Gone for a walk, won't be back till late evening". Now I have to decide, what to go with. Despite my spectacular survival experience, I barely know how to use a bow and arrows. And I don't have them, anyway. So I have to take something else. What is it going to be? I see a small knife on the table and put it in my pocket. I also have to go find some food to consume during the day. But there's no food at home, as usual. I go outside and shut the door quietly behind myself. After that, I head to my favourite trash pile and grab two burnt loafs of bread. Now I'm ready. Time to sneak out of the district. Freedom, here I come!

Only now I notice that the streets are empty and silent, like they had never been before. I haven't seen such a peaceful scenery for ages. The district is asleep, though it looks more like it's dead, like everyone left it forever. It was so quiet, that I could hear my own footsteps on the road. The fence is nearing already. I feel like I'm not running towards it, it's flowing itself slowly in my direction. For a moment, I think that maybe I don't want to do this anymore. I still have time to turn back... No, I don't. I look around. There are no Peacekeepers nearby and this place doesn't have any cameras... I know, I checked it all yesterday. It's safe. I can do this.

When I'm on the other side and my district stays behind, it gives me a feel, that thousands of eyes are watching me, millions of arms are stretching towards me from the inside to catch me and billions of Peacekeepers are shooting their guns at the place where I stand. I panick. I start running. Deep into the woods, the further the better. After about ten seconds of this rush I hide under a bush to catch my breath and pull the knife out of my pocket. It doesn't look that bad to me now. And I remember why I came here eventually. I have to find food. It's my goal and if I wish to reach it, I have to keep going deeper into the woods.

After five minutes of travelling into nowhere I fall. Just fall down, all of a sudden, without noticing, what the reason of my falling was. The worst thing is that I fall on my own knife and cut my leg. DAMN IT! I want to say it out loud, but I'm too afraid to break the silence. I sit down on the ground and inspect my wound. It's right above the knee. Deep, but I can live with it. How could I be that stupid? Have to look, where I'm going next time. I tear a piece from the bottom of my T-Shirt and bandage the leg. Now it feels better. I stand up and walk again. In about ten minutes I get this nagging feeling that someone's watching me. I slow down, then stop. Nothing. But the feeling doesn't leave me, so I turn around and see somebody. A boy. Right in front of me. I look pretty startled now, I think. I'm not the only one here. Who's this and what does he want from me? These thoughts send a shiver down my spine.

Post by yOya? More Like Noya on Aug 9, 2016 9:19:22 GMT -5

I stare up at my ceiling in a confused silence. Am I awake? Was I just asleep? What was I just dreaming about? Blinking a couple of times, the dream slips further and further away from my memory the longer I try to remember. Igive up a little bit longer. No point trying to remember something that doesn't want to be remembered. But it was such a good one, though. It felt as though I wasn't even sleeping. Why can't I remember this one? I shake my head and sit up. It's only a dream. Those aren't that important.

Sitting up, I glance at the time. God dammit. It's 4:20. Stupid freaking body. Why must you wake me up this early? For whatever reason, I've been waking up earlier than usual during the summer. I have no bloody clue on why my body does this. It's just a stupid bitch. Wait. Maybe it's because of the long naps after work. Is it? Should I stop taking them? Nah. I like them. Probably not them anyways.

I get myself out of bed with more energy than expected. The energy didn't last that long, though. As soon as my feet hit the ground, most of it vanished. Of course it would... Why couldn't I be this tired in bed? I grimace as I move my body towards the shower. Maybe this will wake me up. I turned it on and went on in. It did wake me up a little bit, but I worry that it won't help me when I get out of the shower. Who cares if I'm tired? I'm always tired it seems, at least recently I have been. I get out of the shower as soon a the water gets cold and grab a banana before heading outside to go for a walk

There is one definite good thing about waking up early: No people. I wander around aimlessly through the town, looking at all the closed buildings, trying to remember what they look like when they're open. I wonder if any of the shop owners forgot to lock the doors to any of them. I glance around to make sure no body was around before attempting it. A pastry shop that I like is conveniently nearby. I head over to it, turn the handle, and fail. The handle barely moves. Maybe the next one.

I'm about to head on over to the candy shop before I hear movement. Shit. Is somebody there? I quickly hid in an alleyway between the shops. I glance around the corner just in time to see somebody walk by. I breath again, not realizing I was holding my breath. That was close. I'm really glad that that person didn't see me. Was that a peacekeeper? It didn't look like a peacekeeper uniform. Hmmm. What're they doing up so early? Like the typical idiot I am, I decided to follow them.

I don't know how long I followed them, which I figured out was a girl due to her hair, but she finally stopped at the fence. What's she doing here? There isn't any-- NO. SHE CAN'T DO THAT. Or can she? There isn't really anyone here to stop her, is there? I watch her glance around before heading through it. If she can do it, so can I. I quickly get out from behind my hiding spot and run up to the fence to chase her some more. What was she looking for anyways? There isn't anyone awake at this time anyways.

Once outside of the district, I feel... open, free, scared. I've never been out here before. It both excites me and scares me at the same time. I take a deep breath. No one is going to catch you. Just stay calm. Look for the girl. I get my senses back and continue to look for her. Where the hell did she go? She was just here. She might have started running somewhere. But where could she have gone?

I aimlessly walk the woods, trying to find this covert "spy". I don't even know why she's out here. She could be just running away. But wouldn't somebody who's running away take more than what she had? Maybe, but that's just me. I nearly give up after 5 minutes before I crash nearby. I get down. Is that an animal? Crap. I really hope it can't smell me. Please go away. I don't move for what feels like eternity. When I think it feels safe again, I stand up slowly to continue my search for her.

Nearly giving up after nearly 10 minutes, my luck kicks in. I find myself face to face with the girl. Well, we're not face to face at first, but after she turns around we are. A small grin appears on my face. She appears to be a little bit nervous to see me. Maybe I can mess with her. Yeah.I'm gonna mess with her."Hello. Nice to meet you. Why're you all the way out her in the wilderness? Why leave District 7? Are you running away? I should report you, you know? For running away and everything." I hold my grin, hoping she doesn't see through my bluff.

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Aug 15, 2016 11:42:11 GMT -5

"Hello. Nice to meet you". It's okay. He's not a ghost or an escaped murderer, he's just a boy. Relax. Calm down. "Nice to meet you". This phrase is echoing in my brain again and again. Nice? Are you kidding? I was just wandering around peacefully when YOU appeared out of nowhere. You almost scared my heart out of me. You ruined my hunt. And you call this "NICE"?! In this case your definition for this word doesn't match mine.

"Why're you all the way out here in the wilderness?" And why do YOU care? I have my own reasons and you probably have yours. But unlike you, I'm not asking any silly questions. Can't you just go your own way and mind your own problems?

"Why leave District 7?" Seriously? You mean you've been following me all the way here? What for, I wonder? I don't know you, you don't know me, why not leave it this way? Now I don't only know this boy is nasty, I have found out he's a sneak. Brilliant.

"Are you running away?" No, really, it's becoming rather unpleasant. HOW ON EARTH CAN I GET RID OF YOU? I have to think of something. He's starting to be quite annoying.

"I should report you, you know? For running away and everything". Now I know he's also a jerk. Even if he's not, he's acting like one. Is he really going to do this? No. It's very unlikely. He probably just wants to... Scare me? I don't know what he wants, but I am sure that whatever it is, he won't get it. Any girl would be terrified, maybe. But I'm not. I'm furious and I think it is time to put a stop to this rubbish. I clear my throat and start speaking. I'm actually glad to hear the sound of my voice, which is calm, low and sarcastic, as usual and sounds really comforting to me now.

"Who do you think you are, spying on me like that? The king of these woods or what? Maybe the head Peacekeeper or the President himself? If you report me, you'll have to explain why you were here in the first place. By the way, note that I can report you as well(whom do you think they'll believe?). In both cases it won't bring any good to both of us. So why don't you just keep your mouth shut? As for me being "all the way out here in the wilderness"(I try to copy his manner of speaking and succeed), it's... None. Of. Your. Freaking. Business. Period. Any more questions?" I grin ironically and give him one of those cold looks from my arsenal.

Post by yOya? More Like Noya on Aug 24, 2016 9:46:07 GMT -5

She appeared to get angrier and angrier the more I talked, which made my smile even bigger. She actually thinks I'm serious. Ha. Good riddance to her. I'm close to laughing at her expression, until she speaks. "Who do you think you are, spying on me like that? The king of these woods or what? Maybe the head Peacekeeper or the President himself? If you report me, you'll have to explain why you were here in the first place. By the way, note that I can report you as well. In both cases it won't bring any good to both of us. So why don't you just keep your mouth shut? As for me being 'all the way out here in the wilderness'"

Shit, she's right. My urge to laugh fades, but my smile doesn't. I still believe that I have the upper hand. Does she know who I am or who my family is? I really hope not. I've never seen her in my life, but that doesn't mean she does' t know me. If she knew me, would she have gotten scared when she saw me? I don't know. How can I use that to my advantage? Could I do something about peacekeepers? Maybe. Let's find out.

"Would you talk to that way to somebody who has connections with the authority? For all you know, I might just be a peacekeeper spy. So once again, why're you out here?" The words just fly off my tongue, my brain not fully processing what I said until after I said it, nor does it realize how hard my heart is beating either. Was that good enough? Why am I nervous? I've messed with people loads of times now. Why does it matter now? It's no different than before...

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Aug 25, 2016 12:40:09 GMT -5

"Would you talk that way to somebody who has connections with authority?" I think I have just seen him hesitate a little bit. Maybe I haven't, but thinking that it is true will make me more confident, and confidence is definitely what I need right now. I thought I could leave this ... sneaky jerk behind, but I was wrong.

"For all you know, I might just be a Peacekeeper spy." DAMMIT! He doesn't want to go away, that's pretty clear. However, his words don't sound very convincing to me. If the Peacekeepers saw me run into the woods, wouldn't they have gone and brought me back already? And even if he was their spy, would they let him do anything on Earth just for the sake of his dirty work? I'm not so sure. They don't let anyone out. Probably he's bluffing. It makes me feel much happier than a few seconds ago. But I know he will have the advantage in case he notices. So my face remains cold and motionless.

"So once again, why're you out here?" Really, why am I? Isn't it obvious? But I'm not going to answer. There's no time for that crap. I know that the clock is ticking and I should turn back soon if I don't want to be caught or stay in the woods for the whole day. I can't waste a single second talking to this boy.

From my very own experience I know that an attack is the best defence strategy ever invented, while sarcasm is the best fortress. I open my mouth and strike without a single shade of doubt, an ironic grin still protecting my face: "Connections with the authorities or not, it doesn't make you any better. I'll talk that way every time I meet a jerk, whoever he is. There's also a fifty percent chance you're no spy, and I'll take it. Go back where you came from and don't meddle in my life anymore." I give him a fierce glare, turn around and go on walking. But I still feel like I'm being watched. Maybe he didn't go anywhere. I don't care. I come to the nearest bush, search my right pocket for a piece of rope and start making an animal trap.

Post by yOya? More Like Noya on Sept 1, 2016 17:51:10 GMT -5

She takes in my words, her face unchanging except for the minor changes that I could easily be mistaking. No, her face is changing slightly, even if they are for milliseconds. I've seen people do that before. I wonder who... doesn't matter now. Her response makes very little sense to me when I hear it, and confusion spears across my face. "Connections with the authorities or not, it doesn't make you any better. I'll talk that way every time I meet a jerk, whoever he is. There's also a fifty percent chance you're no spy, and I'll take it. Go back where you came from and don't meddle in my life anymore." What? 50%? Where did that come from?

"Okay. How the fuck did you get 50%? Is there some math problem that now proves how many people are loyal to peacekeepers and how many aren't? Or is it because there are two options, so it has to be 50/50?" Wait. I actually know what I'm talking about. I'm gonna try to confuse her now. "Just because there are two options doesn't make it exactly 50/50. It's like flipping a coin. Most people think that it's 50/50, but due to the weight of the face side, it's more of a 51/49, in favor of the heads. Get your stats right before trying to make assumptions."

I take a breath, realizing I said all of that in one breath by accident. I also realize that she's walking away. "Fine. Walk away. And how does it not make me any better? If I work for the authorities, correct me if I'm wrong, doesn't that make be better than you?" Saying that leaves a vile taste in my mouth. If it means messing with her, you gotta say crap like that, okay Marcus? You're not dead, and you won't die, so it'll be okay. She's also walking away, so she must be really annoyed. A sincere grin replaces the fake one I've been holding onto for a little bit now. Good job! You've won. Now what? Not sure really what to do, I awkwardly watch her hide behind a bush. She better not be peeing... I just shrug and take a sit on the nearest tree for her to come back up.

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Sept 2, 2016 13:20:42 GMT -5

Making traps is not really my thing. But I'm doing exceedingly good for somebody who has never done it before. However, when I thought I could finish it in a few minutes, I was wrong. After five ( or even ten) minutes passed in silence, I found out I was tying the wrong pieces of rope together. I cursed the trap, the rope, the forest quietly and started all over again. The rope I brought with me was nice and long, but I am not really sure if it will be enough if I keep making such mistakes.

Finally I managed to make a medium-sized net. It is probably big enough for a sparrow or a squirrel. Now I'm trying to tie it to the bush, but this process is also rather confusing. I don't know, where to put the bait, how to make the trap work and I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, DAMMIT! But I'm stubborn, perhaps even more stubborn than all the people of Panem altogether, so I go on, and on, and on...

Finally, I'm just sitting here, with my leg aching and blood slowly dripping through the bandage, with my hands scratched by this bush, completely muddled and having no idea about what I'm doing. The branches I'm trying to attach my net to are slipping out of my sweaty hands and whipping my face furiously. I suppress a groan bubbling in my throat and sigh resignedly. Much as I would like to go back, I have to finish what I started ... Somehow. I don't want to end up eating garbage instead of fresh meat again, do I? How much time has it been since I've started? Twenty or thirty minutes, something like that. What a damn unhappy day! Is it Friday, or the thirteenth day of the month, or both?

JUST DAMMIT! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I am sitting and looking in front of me gloomily, not sure what else to do.

Post by yOya? More Like Noya on Sept 9, 2016 8:54:50 GMT -5

Sitting at at a base of a tree never felt so relaxing. It might have been the sleep catching up, but I felt myself slowly drifting into sleep. No... must... stay... awake. Don't want to get caught... but it's so comfortable... I keep on nodding as I try to keep myself awake. Please just stay awake... fine... maybe 10 minutes... I continue to valiantly fight until sleep eventually overtook me and won.

What's going on? What's happening? I appear to be right outside of my slouched body, watching it's (my?) chest rise and fall. This is so weird. I love it and hate it at the same time. What do I do? Is this even real? Am I dead? No, that can't be. How can my body still be breathing? This must be some really weird dream I'm having. It has to be. How do I move? Oh. Just like normal. Except I can fly. After what feels like only a minute or so, I get the hang of moving around completely. I wonder where that girl went.

Flying around in and out of the nearby bushes, I finally find her. She's sitting in a bush or something making a mesh of sticks and rope.On second glance, it's just rope. The sticks I thought I saw were just sticks right in front of my face. I watch as she continues to fail miserably at making the rope, letting out a laugh. Shit, she might have heard me. Dumbass, she would have heard you when you entered the bush. You're dreaming. This probably isn't even real. A blood stained cloth on her leg takes my attention next. Is she okay? Should I help her? Can I help her?

My body jerks awake. What the hell just happened? Damn, my head's sore. Never going to sleep on a tree like that again. I stand up, about to head back home. However, instinct decided to move my legs in a different direction. Where am I going? I don't even know how to get home, so this might be the right way? No, I came in a different way. What's so special over here? A noise in a bush nearby answers the question. I slowly crouch and duck walk towards it to see what it is. Shit. It's her. Isn't her arm bleeding? Or was it her leg? "Are you okay?" WHy'd I say that? Since when did I become kind to people I don't know? I did meet her, but I don't think she likes me. Oh well.

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Sept 10, 2016 6:09:25 GMT -5

I wonder if the boy was really a Peacekeeper spy. If he was, they will be here any minute. But I'm almost sure he wasn't. Ok, let's try it again. I try to remember the trap scheme I drew on a sheet of paper a few days before. This end of the rope goes here, this goes there, and the bait has to lie here. But it doesn't seem to make any sense right now. What I see is the bush, the net, the bait and a couple of absolutely useless hands. Maybe I should give it another try...

Suddenly I hear footsteps behind my back... Was that boy really a spy? In case he was, that person behind me is a Peacekeeper. If not, it must be some animal. A wolf or a bear, probably. My hand finds the knife on the ground and grips it tightly. Whoever that is, I won't be easily defeated by them. I must concentrate and turn around quickly...

"Are you okay?" It's not something a bear or a Peacekeeper would say. The voice I hear is strangely familiar to me. Oh, no, here he is again! I remember all the mean things he said earlier and it doesn't make any sense to me. "Are you okay?" It is definitely not something I would expect to hear from him. Weird. I turn my head to see the one speaking, and it's indeed the same face I saw half an hour ago. I'm so tired, that I'm not even sure if I'm mad at him or not.

"If you've come to discuss stats again, I'm not exactly in the mood for that. Besides, I'm totally fine and really busy, so why don't you leave me alone?" That was rude and unfriendly, I know, but I never wanted to make friends in the forest. I just wanted to make a trap today, check it tomorrow and have meat for dinner. I turn back to the bush and gasp quietly as I accidentally touch my leg... "DAMN!" I said it really quietly, but it sounded desperate and angry.

Post by yOya? More Like Noya on Sept 12, 2016 9:51:08 GMT -5

Turning around, her face shows tiredness more than anything. The anger seemed to have gone, to be replaced with sweat and determination. Behind her, what she may have been working on, looked like some sort of trap. Damn. How does she know how to do that? If the peacekeepers knew, she definitely would be thrown in jail. Or wherever they send people. Is that why she's here? Oh. She must be getting food for her family. That's stupid. Why risk your life for food?

"If you've come to discuss stats again, I'm not exactly in the mood for that. Besides, I'm totally fine and really busy, so why don't you leave me alone?" Taken aback from those words, I'm stunned for a couple of seconds. Before saying anything more rash, I breath. I don't feel like starting another argument. Her leg also makes me think that she has something that has more importance than something as stupid as a fight.

I clear my head before responding. "Look. I'm not here to tell you any more math. I hate math, and have already have had enough of it for one day. You're leg is injured, and I wanted to make sure it was okay. Okay?" I give her a small smile, one that isn't kind, but it's no closer to hateful. What's the word for it? Sincere? I really wish I payed attention more when I was still in school. I decide to sit next to her to watch her. She turns around to work on the possible trap, and I could have sworn I hear a quiet sigh and "damn," but it could just have been my imagination. "Would you like any help?"

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Sept 17, 2016 10:23:08 GMT -5

"Look. I'm not here to tell you any more math." Great. Does it mean you finally want to leave? Come on, just leave! I hate when somebody sees me like that: tired, frustrated and puzzled. Come on, leave! But he's not leaving. He goes on talking.

"I hate math, and I have already had enough of it for one day." So have I, though I'm in love with math and physics. I've had enough of everything for one day actually: of the Peacekeeper spy crap you told me, of the forest, of the trap-making, of bleeding and constant dizziness.

"Your leg is injured, and I wanted to make sure it was okay. Okay?" NO. IT'S NOT OKAY. Nothing is okay today, all the things possible have gone haywire. But once again, it's none of your freaking business, I can always handle things on my own, you idiot! (Sorry for "idiot", I didn't really mean you are an idiot, I just got angry. What difference does it make anyway, if I didn't say it out loud?)

"Would you like any help?" Seriously? No. No way. I'll refuse right now. But... I feel to horrible to resist the temptation. Maybe I could really use his assistance. No, he's been too much of a jerk lately, and I want to sort my own problems out. What will I say? I really have no idea. A few moments pass in silence.

"Fine. Could you hold these two branches for me?" Did I just ask nicely for help? What's going on with me? These words don't want to come out, I have to press them out of my mouth... But if he holds those bastards, I'll finally attach the net to the bush and it will be easy to place a bait in its rightful place.

Post by yOya? More Like Noya on Sept 19, 2016 9:48:47 GMT -5

What I heard next shocked me. Her face showed signs of annoyance. I think it was annoyance. It looked like annoyance. It took a couple of moments for her to reply as well. I thought she was going to explode on me. "Fine. Could you hold these two branches for me?" Stunned, I didn't saw anything at first.Did she just accept my help? Then again, I did offer to help, so I guess we're better now? I guess. I'm too tired to try to mess with her anymore. What's the point anyway? I'm gonna need her to get back. I know I don't get lost easily, but I've never been out here before, and I did take a nap, which kinda messed up my sense of direction.

"Okay. Sure thing." I place my grip on the two branches and wait for her to finish making her trap. I wonder how long she's been working on this? Or how long she knew how to make traps? Maybe I could take lessons from her. Nah. I don't need any lessons. It would be fun to learn, though. No. I can figure it out on my own later. I don't need to know now.

"So what type of trap are you making?" I kinda blush as I realize it's a stupid question, but I was curious. It might be useful if I ever decided to go back out here. Or I could read about it. Are there any books back in District 7? I don't think so. The only district that could possibly know would be District 5, but they don't do hunting anymore. How'd she learn? "How'd you learn how to do this? Who taught you? I don't think there would be any books back home, and I'm sure it would be a little hard to practice back in the district." I realized after how rude it may have sounded, but I didn't mean it that way. I was just curious. Should I say I was curious? Nah. Hopefully she'll figure that part out.

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Sept 23, 2016 23:58:41 GMT -5

"Okay. Sure thing." At least he's helping me instead of threatening me now. But I still can't believe I did this. "Thanks," - I answer in an unwavering tone. And now I actually said "Thanks" to a complete stranger whom I wouldn't even call nice. What is going on? Perhaps that's because of the leg... I'll never ever be so careless with a knife again.

The trap is almost finished. Well, one positive thing about this is that he turned out to be quite helpful. I wonder what he'll do next: transform back into a jerk, or continue being so polite.

"So what type of trap are you making?" I wish I knew. I just know it has to be a trap, because it's potentially capable of capturing a small animal. And... It's just a trap. I don't want to think about it, I just want to make this thing as soon as possible and get back to the district.

"How did you learn to do this?" I didn't learn it, I just figured it out. How could I learn it if hunting is officially prohibited? And why are you asking so many questions? It is becoming quite annoying again. Just SHUT UP, will you?

"Who taught you? I don't think there would be any books back home, and I'm sure it would be a little hard to practice back in the district." Wow, you worked it out! Congratulations! You understood there are no books on trap making in district seven. You are indeed making significant progress. Try harder and maybe you will stop nagging people with useless questions!

But I somehow don't feel like yelling at him or doing anything of that sort right now. I am way too exhausted. So I just answer in my usual harsh voice: "Are there different kinds of traps, Mister Spy? And where do you think I could learn such stuff? It's not taught anywhere, so the only thing you need to learn how to make a trap is some brain in your head."

A few final knots and the trap is tied to the bush tightly. Now I just have to come and check it. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe on some other day. I'll decide later. My main goal right now is to get up from the ground, but I don't think it is a good idea. I know that if I try to stand up, I'll wince, or grunt, or do both things at the same time. And he'll be there all the time, watching my suffering expression. NO. THIS MUSTN'T HAPPEN! But I still have to get on my feet to head home. I gather all my strength and pull myself up. That really hurt. I'm not sure what could be read on my face, but I know I definitely made some pathetic sound. "DAMMIT!" That's all I could think about, and that's what I've just said.

Post by yOya? More Like Noya on Oct 2, 2016 15:55:35 GMT -5

As soon as she finished, she snapped at my last question. Not a typical snap, but more of a teacher snapping at a student. {Are there different kinds of traps, Mister Spy? And where do you think I could learn such stuff? It's not taught anywhere, so the only thing you need to learn how to make a trap is some brain in your head." What? I get slightly offended to her comment. Jeez, don't have to be so harsh, bitch. "Well, sorry about that. I didn't know that starting conversations is considered rude." I bite my tongue, remembering that I'm gonna need her help getting back.

I blink a couple times, choosing the right words to avoid her snapping at me again. "Sorry, just was curious." Didn't realize you had a brain. "If it bothers you that I'm talking, just say something. Wanted to make time go by faster. Good job on the trap by the way." I bend down to inspect the trap she made, trying to avoid setting it off. Did she just learn how to do this? I truly have never seen anything like this. I wonder if she's met any wanderers before. That would be cool, having friends on the outside, but also illegal.

I hear her make a noise. As a reaction, my eyes snaps up to her face, which shows pain. "Look, you need more help than just the trap." I point at her blood soaked bandage. "You're gonna need to change the bandage by the way. My sister's a nurse, and she taught me a couple of tips and tricks along the way." I tear off a part of my shirt. "Here you go. I'm also here if you need any help walking." Why the hell should I help her walk? I already offered her part of my shirt, which I already regret. This was a good shirt. Why did I do that? Stop being so nice. Wait, I need to. I hate being nice.

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Oct 3, 2016 22:13:55 GMT -5

"Well, sorry about that. I didn't know that starting conversations is considered rude." I furrow my eyebrows in surprise and look at the boy again. Starting conversations is not rude. It's just the way I am. I'm never too friendly, and you either get used to it, or just leave me alone. Don't you get it, mate? I am freaking tired of you. Why are you even here? Not to help me, I suppose. What's even more strange is that he tries to apologize for what he said.

"Sorry, just was curious". Why is he saying he's sorry? I don't get it. Only about an hour ago he was threatening me and now... It doesn't make any sense. "If it bothers you that I'm talking, just say something". I suddenly realise that it doesn't even bother me much, it is almost fun to talk to him. I haven't had an argument in quite a long time, and what I am saying today helps me blow off steam.

"Wanted to make time go by faster. Good job on the trap by the way". I don't know what to think right now. The more we talk, the better he gets. I can't understand what he is really after and feel pretty nervous, because I obviously don't believe that a person who promised to report me not such a long time ago could change his mind so fast.

"Look, you need more help than just the trap". He is full of surprises, I can't deny it. I didn't think he could become any kinder at this point, but he is doing it right now. As he tears a piece from his shirt, I am totally in a state of shock. And when he offers to help me walk, I am so puzzled, that I don't even think about telling him I can walk by myself. I change the bandage and start walking in the direction of the district.

I can't just listen to this anymore, I have to know, what is going on. "Thanks." That is not what I wanted to say! DAMN! I have said 'thanks' twice today already, what is he doing to me? All right, I had to say it, because he help me. But I hate it when people don't let me handle my own business. I have to say something else. "What is really bothering me, is not you talking, it is why you are being so nice? You don't even know my name, and I don't know yours. Why are you just helping a random person in the woods?"